Hey guys! Been super busy with life and stuff so the chapter updates have been a bit slow! Even though Greyback is known as probably one of the cruelest villains in the series, I've always imagined him being more gentle and caring towards his mate in his own way, even if he's not always as kind to her. I'm currently working on another fanfic that is based during Half Blood Prince with these two, so keep your eyes open! Happy reading!

Ch.3

I woke up before Fenrir around five in the morning. He was rolled away from me sleeping soundly. I took it as a chance to get up, get dressed, make myself a coffee, and went out to the barn to do morning chores. The barn cats greeted me looking for their breakfast. I went into the tack room and grabbed a lead rope to bring horses in for their feed and to ride. I figured it would be a good day to start back at my normal home routine. I usually woke up early, brought in the horses, fed them, saddled my older, more seasoned ones for riding in the morning, clean stalls, do any other projects outside, then take a break for a while inside for lunch and other house stuff to catch up on, then go ride my young ones and call it a day. I pulled out Movin first. She was the best horse I ever owned and had won me quite a living. This horse owed me nothing. She paid for my home, my education, built me a savings that would last a lifetime, and helped countless other werewolves as well. I threw on the saddle and cinched it up. I popped her bridle on and grabbed a rein. On the way out of the barn, I grabbed my coffee cup and set it on a higher fence post while I hopped on her. After getting on, I moved her over to it and grabbed it once more. This was how I loved starting my mornings. Riding my favorite mare, drinking my coffee, the brisk spring morning air, and the sounds of the forest around my home. We walked the fences and checked them since I had been gone for a while. After a good warm up, we went to the outdoor arena behind my house. I set the cup on the fence and opened the gate while still on her. Once inside, I squeezed her up to a trot to warm up in a big circle. I let Movin have a loose rein, knowing she knew how to relax and do her thing. After a bit, I squeezed her up to an easy lope. It felt so good to be on the back of a horse again. It was such a freeing thing. I caught a glimpse up to the house. Fenrir was up and had taken a seat in a chair on the deck. He had helped himself to a cup of coffee too, which shocked me that he actually would drink it. I finished up what I wanted to do for the day, hopped off Movin, and loosened her cinch. I led her back to the barn and began to unsaddle her. I heard Fenrir's footsteps come into the barn.

"Fancy seeing you up this early. When did you get up?" Fenrir asked me as he came up to me. I pulled off the saddle and set it on a rack.

"I was up around five. You were sleeping so I figured I would get up for the day and start getting back into my normal routine since you're literally holding me hostage here." I said with a little bitterness. Greyback had picked up on that.

"You're still mad about that aren't ya, baby girl? I wouldn't do it if I didn't give a damn about you." Replied Fenrir. He was leaning against a stall watching me do my thing. I was trying to ignore him. "My men should be here around eight this morning then we will be heading out for the day." I kept brushing Movin while I listened to him.

"I think it's cruel that you search for Muggleborns and truants just to hand them over to god knows what at the ministry." I replied coolly, my good mood already slipping away. Fenrir's face darkened a bit. "It's almost like rounding up our own kind."

"They deserve every bit of this. For being prejudiced against us. For thinking they're better than us. For wanting us dead and thinking of us a soulless, evil creatures that deserve nothing but death. As the Alpha, I will play my part in making sure the rest of the pack gets the chance to not have to deal with that." Greyback growled at me.

"Fenrir, I'm living proof that we do not need to have bloodshed in order to be accepted into society. Look at what I have done in my life! I became a successful trainer, a nurse, and healer. I'm not at my job now as I took leave because of this war. I bought this place with my own hard-earned money. I live comfortably and I have provided others with the chance to do the same! Look at Chiara. She's a nurse and healer at St. Mungo's along aside me. Look at my brothers. They are working in the horse training and ranch business successfully. And there are many others from my father's pack that have been successful with integrating into normal society as werewolves without being shunned. So tell me, Alpha, do those people you snatch actually deserve the hell you put them through?" I challenged Fenrir. His gaze was ice cold and equally as challenging. He stood at full height, looking down at me now, having closed the gap between us. I held my challenge. I didn't care about his belief of the Wizarding society. I didn't care that he was the Alpha and that I was challenging him. I would never accept the very thing he indoctrinated in other werewolves, even though he was my mate and now my Alpha as well. He came closer and I instinctively backed away. I backed away from Fenrir until he had backed me up to the wall of one of the stalls. His hands landed on either side of me and he moved in closer. I tensed up, knowing that this wasn't going to end well, but I held my challenge with him.

"Didn't daddy ever teach you to never challenge your Alpha?" He growled in my face darkly. "You may be my mate, but you are not above being punished for disobeying me as your Alpha. Now, enough of this." His voice boomed over me, staring me down. I thought about giving in, but I was not going to let him bully me into his way of thinking.

"No." I growled at him, locking eyes with him again and trying to push myself further into the wall to no avail. Suddenly, Fenrir's face dipped to my neck and he bit down on it. My hands went up to his chest, trying to push him off me, but it was no use. It only caused him to bite down harder, this time drawing blood. A low growl sound from him. I continued to try pushing him off of me. My hands pushed hard into his chest, but it was unyielding. I tried to pull myself down, but he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me back up. I continued to struggle against him, a few tears ran down my face now. It hurt. I could feel some blood trickle down from his mouth on my neck. With no better option, I pulled my head aside to expose more of my neck to him and finally submitted to him. Fenrir pulled his teeth from my neck and licked at the blood from the wound. I shut my eyes tightly, not wanting to watch him do that to me.

"Good girl. It seems you do have it in you to submit to me." Fenrir crooned into my neck. He noticed I was trying not to look at him. "Look at me." He said sharply. I reluctantly looked him in the face. My blood was on his lips. He licked away slowly. "You still taste just as sweet, baby girl. Now, have we learned our lesson?" asked Fenrir. I nodded slightly.

"Use your words, baby girl." He growled.

"Yes, Fenrir." I forcefully replied. He held up a finger to my mouth.

"Ah, you know how to address me, baby girl. Do it properly." Fenrir told me. I really didn't want to give him that pleasure, but it was better than getting bitten again.

"Yes, daddy. I learned my lesson." I said to him. I hated that he gained satisfaction from that. It was sick, but then again, he was a sick man. He leaned down and roughly crushed his lips on mine. I let him without protest. He pulled back.

"That's my girl." He stroked my face and backed away. I remained in place. "I'll meet you in the house. Don't be long out here." Fenrir instructed. I nodded my head and watched him walk towards the house. I threw my middle finger up at him behind his back. I thought about saddling another one and defy Fenrir again, but I decided against it. I kicked the horses back outside and went up to the house. I went to the sink to wash my hands before making myself some breakfast. I felt a pair of arms wrap around me and a body flush against my backside. I tensed up and threw my hands up, already in a bad mood.

"Fuck off!" I growled out loud at Fenrir. Big mistake on my end. His hand wrapped itself in my hair and turned me around to face him. I looked up at a face that was fuming mad now. I shuttered knowing I really fucked up this time.

"What the fuck is your problem today?!" Snapped Fenrir, his face closing in on mine. His grip tightened in my hair and his other hand gripped the counter. He leaned in closer. I tried pulling back from him, but it was no use. He held me in place. "I think we forgot how to behave. Haven't we, baby girl." He growled. I struggled again.

"I'll stop Fenrir. Please let me go." I pleaded. His grip loosened in my hair. He pulled me to our room and moved to the chair in the corner. I followed without protest. His grip tightened in my hair again.

"On your knees." Fenrir ordered. I knew what was coming. I hesitated.

"On your knees." He raised his voice. I obeyed and went to my knees. He fumbled with his belt and pants, pulling himself out and gave himself a few strokes as he hardened. He sat in the chair and continued to stroke himself.

"I think a lesson on listening to your Alpha is in order. Now pleasure me." He pulled me closer to his member by my hair and shoved it to my lips. I kept my mouth shut.

"Open. Now." He growled darkly at me. I obeyed and took him in my mouth. His hand in my hair pushed me down further onto him. I gagged slightly and tried to pull back, but it was no use. I tried to relax the best I could. He pulled me off his member and forced me to look up at him. He pulled me up and kissed me hard. I gave in to it. Fenrir pulled back and released my hair. He leaned back and waited for me to begin again. I took a deep breath and took him back in my mouth. I used my tongue and brought my hand up to stroke him while I pleasured him with my mouth. I heard a low rumble come from him as I continued. I changed it up as I remembered how he liked to be pleased, hoping this would end soon.

"Look at me." Fenrir said sharply. I looked at him as I continued. His piercing blue eyes stared into mine. He pulled me from him again by the hair and began to stroke himself. He stood up and pulled my head back.

"Open." He commanded. I obeyed him and opened my mouth. He stroked himself faster and brought his member to my mouth. I felt him tense as he reached his climax. I wanted to pull back from him but his hand in my hair kept me from doing so. He came in my mouth. Once he finished, Fenrir pulled his cock back from me. I didn't want to swallow.

"Swallow it." He ordered me. I reluctantly swallowed it down, still looking up at him. "Good girl. Now did we learn our lesson here?"

"Yes, daddy." I responded, knowing what he wanted. He put himself back together as I sat there on my hands and knees processing what had just happened. He looked down at me and pulled my chin up to look at him.

"Now lose the attitude, baby girl. You can make it up to me later tonight when we return." He leered at me.

The rest of the snatchers arrived around eight. The rest of the men set up their tents and they all gathered at the back patio to go over what the plan was today. Scarlett and I were sitting at the kitchen island sipping on some coffee, waiting for them to finish. Fenrir and Scabior came back inside. Scabior gave Scarlett a kiss goodbye and walked back outside. Fenrir came up to me. I looked down at the ground. His hand cupped my face and pulled it up to look at him. He leaned down and kissed me gently.

"Remember our talk this morning and behave yourself. I'll be home later tonight." Said Fenrir. I nodded and watched as he walked outside. A loud crack sounded and they had all disapperated.

"Jess, your home is beautiful. Thank you for letting us come here." Said Scarlett. I nodded, rested my head on my hand and looked down at the counter. "Something's bothering you, love. What's wrong?"

"I picked a fight with Greyback this morning. It didn't end well." I told her as I pulled down my sweatshirt from my neck, showing her the bite mark.

"Oh my, Jess! Over what?" asked Scarlett.

"I refuse to accept his view of the wizarding world and challenged him. He bit me hard enough to draw blood and I submitted so he would let go. Then when I came back in the house, he went to try and feel me up when I was getting ready to make myself breakfast and told him to fuck off. That resulted in me on my hands and knees and getting forced to be "obedient" to him. God, I hate the man most days, Scarlett!" I told her.

"Oh my. Jess, you know better than to pick a fight with the Alpha! It might be easier to just give in and do what he wants you to do." Said Scarlett.

"I will not let him bully me into that point of view, Scarlett. I don't care if he is my mate and my Alpha! I will not accept his views and indoctrination." I exclaimed. "I'm not ready for him to come back home tonight. His punishment is still not over yet and I know I'm in for it when he gets back."

Scarlett nodded and gave a sympathetic look. We sat in silence for a few minutes.

"Well, what should we feed those hooligans tonight? I vote something easy and quick." She smiled softly at me.

"Maybe beef roast? Simple and quick?" I suggested. I got up and grabbed the two that I had in the freezer to set them in the sink to thaw out. We moved to the couch and sat back to watch something on the tele. At some point, we both fell asleep on opposite ends of the couch. I awoke to a large, rough hand stroking my hair. I looked up and seen Fenrir. They had returned.

"Wake up, baby girl. We're home." He spoke gently. Scarlett was in the kitchen. I smelt the smell of food. I sat up and walked over to see that Scarlett had prepared supper for everyone. It looked so good.

"You really didn't have to do this yourself, Scarlett. You should have woke me up." I told her.

"You looked tired and I figured you could use the rest, so I left you be. You want to help me set up the table then? There will be eight of us in total." Said Scarlett. I got to it and began to set the table. Fenrir and his men were out back going over their day and having a smoke. I caught a glimpse of him watching me intently. His gaze was predator-like as he watched me as he drew a puff off his smoke. I went back to setting the table, ignoring his gaze. The men came inside and took their seats. Fenrir sat at the head of the table while Scabior sat to his right. A seat was left open on Fenrir's left for me. We all sat down and filled our plates. The rest of us waited for Fenrir to take the first bite of the meal. It was a werewolf rule that the Alpha always took the first bite of the meal when we all gathered together. We watched as Fenrir took a bite of the roast and waited for him to give the nod for us to eat our food. Fenrir looked at each of us then nodded. Everyone began to eat. The men continued their conversation about the day. I sat silently and listened while I ate my own food. I felt Fenrir's eyes on me. I gingerly looked up at him. I didn't want to seem like I was asking for a fight again. A mischievous smile showed on his face. Great. I wasn't off the hook yet and he wasn't too tired from today.

The meal finished and the other men left for their tents outside. Scabior and Scarlett stayed in for a bit longer to have a drink with Fenrir and I. They sat on the one couch and Fenrir and I sat on the other. His arm rested on the back of the couch around my shoulders. Fenrir and Scabior were talking about the plan for their men tomorrow. I tuned them out and sipped on my own drink. Fenrir's hand stroked my shoulder as they conversed. After Scabior and Scarlett finished their drinks, they left to go to their own tent, leaving Fenrir and I alone, which I was dreading but I had a couple drinks in me, so the edge was taken off. Fenrir leaned over to my neck and began to place long kisses up it. I bared my neck to him to give him better access. I closed my eyes and leaned back as he kissed my neck. A soft moan sounded from me and he smiled into my neck.

"Ready to make up this morning to me, baby girl?" He crooned. That snapped me out of it quick. I looked at him in fear. I knew what that meant. Fenrir leaned down and kissed me hard. "Show me you want to be my good girl." He whispered to me. I shook my head side to side. "No isn't an option tonight." He rumbled. I stood up and held my hand out to him. Fenrir stood up and took my hand in his. We walked down the hallway towards our room when Fenrir pinned me up against the wall and kissed me hotly. His hands grabbed my face and neck as he continued. After what seemed to be forever, Fenrir pulled back from me. His hand snaked its way to my hair and he moved to guide me toward our bed. I felt the bed as it hit the back of my legs and felt as he reached down to grab under my thighs to throw me on the bed. In a matter of a second, Fenrir was on top of me. My clothes were pulled off me in no time and I was fully naked under him now. His hands traced my body as he looked over every inch of it, placing kisses or gently nipping at the skin as he went. I knew better than to try to fight or try to run from him. Running or fighting would make this much worse than needed.

"So beautiful, love. And all mine." Fenrir rumbled as he began to fumble with his own clothes. After he discarded his own clothes, he settled between my legs once again. I could feel the hardness of him prodding against me. Fenrir stopped above me and looked down at me. A couple tears streamed from my face and his hand came up to wipe them away.

"What's the matter, love?" Fenrir asked me softly. He stroked back a few strands of my hair back. I looked up at him, a few tears still trailed my face.

"Please don't do this to me, Fenrir. If you love me, please don't force me to have sex with you like this." I cried softly to him. Fenrir's face softened and he stroked my face. My breathing hitched and I nestled my face to his hands. The tears were free flowing now. I couldn't help it. I didn't want to be handled like this by him anymore. I seen Fenrir's face come closer to mine and I flinched away from him. He placed a gentle kiss on my temple. He moved his arm under me and moved us to our sides. His hand stroked my back and his gaze was on me.

"Baby girl, talk to me. What's going on? Is this from earlier this morning?" He asked me. The tone was a different tone that I never heard from him. It sounded concerned and remarkably gentle. I nodded my head, tears still coming.

"I don't ever want to be put in that position again, Fenrir. I was truly afraid of you today." I choked out. "Never in the last ten years have you ever handled me like that. That's the side of you I hate with everything I am. I want to love you as my mate but when you do things like that, it makes me want nothing to do with you." My voice was shaking. I looked up into his eyes and seen those cold, dark eyes soften. I shut my eyes, not wanting to keep looking at Fenrir. The room was silent now. Fenrir was still stroking my back. I heard his deep, rough voice finally speak.

"I'm sorry, baby girl." He spoke. Fenrir pulled me in closer. I silently cried into his chest. His hand kept stroking my back and eventually I ended up falling asleep.

I woke up and found that Fenrir wasn't in bed anymore. I was about six thirty in the morning and I knew it was still too early for him and his men to have headed out already. I threw on some comfortable clothes and made my way to the kitchen. The smell of coffee hit my nose. He definitely was around here somewhere. I grabbed a cup and poured some in with some creamer from the fridge. As I went to sit at the kitchen island, I saw him sitting outside on the back patio. I figured I'd join him. Fenrir didn't look to see me as I was coming outside. As I approached him, he looked up at me with concerned eyes.

"May I join you this morning?" I asked him.

"Yes, baby girl. Come, sit." Fenrir said as he threw his arm on the back of the chair next to him. I sat down and had a drink of my coffee. The sun was just starting to rise. A slight breeze blew through. Fenrir's hand found its way to my shoulder and stroked it. We sat in silence for a while and enjoyed the nature around us.

"You know you are my everything, love. I overstepped yesterday. I may be your Alpha, but you are my mate first. I should have never treated you the way I did." Fenrir explained. He continued. "I hardly slept last night after you fell asleep. Seeing you like that actually hurt me inside. I've never felt like that before. I never regret anything, but I regret doing those things to you yesterday."

"Do you actually mean that, Fenrir?" I asked him.

"Yes, love." He spoke. I leaned my head on his shoulder. His head rested on mine and we sat there quietly.

"I know I'm a cruel man, love. I've done a lot of terrible things, but I never want to do them to you. I've been a wolf for so long that it takes over everything most days. After I found out that you were not here and you were on the run, I couldn't help but to be furious with you for disobeying me. I went into a rampage. As a snatcher, it was easier to fulfill that when we were told that anyone on our list can be brought in dead or alive. I searched with my men in every place I could think of you going to until that one day we found you along with those three kids. The wolf in me went crazy when I seen you. I couldn't help that night when I took you against your will. Essentially the wolf has completely taken over for the last eight months. You balance the wolf in me, love. You basically keep the human side of me still in existence. I'm tired of the fighting in this war but I'm too deep in to get out now, love. If I could, I would walk away from all of it for you. I need you, love. I want to be a better man for you." Fenrir told me as he pulled me in closer. I pulled back and looked him in the eyes. Instead of the cold, dark, wild blue eyes I was used to seeing, I seen the eyes of a man who has been so broken for so long. The eyes of a man who was exhausted and wanted to rest. I studied Fenrir's face in the moment. His facial features were more rougher than they used to be. You tell just how exhausted by how heavy his eyes looked. His face looked weathered, and his hair was more like dreadlocks than it was his usual somewhat brushed look. His hands against my shoulders felt rougher and more worn than they used to be. In a sense, Fenrir started to look more aged now. It actually angered me that he was being used the way he was. Even though Fenrir did many terrible things and could be a terrible man, he didn't deserve this.

"You don't have to keep fighting, Fenrir. It's not too late to walk away. I can see it in your eyes. You're exhausted. Even from when I last seen you about eight months ago, you look wilder and more aged. This war has changed you. I want the old Fenrir back. Even if the old one was still a bastard most days." I told him with a small smile. Fenrir chuckled.

"I guess I am an old bastard if you ask most." He chuckled. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. I smiled against his lips.

"I forgive you, Fenrir." I told him. His hand stroked my cheek before it cupped my face. It wasn't long before our lovely moment was interrupted but a familiar, cockney voice.

"Oi, Loverboy. We need to go soon." Scabior smirked. "Looks like you two finally made up." I tossed my head back and drew in a sharp breath. I shook my head and laughed. Fenrir chuckled. Scabior left for the front where the other snatchers gathered. We got up from our chairs and went into the house. Scarlett was sitting at the kitchen island enjoying her own coffee. Fenrir stopped me before I went further into the kitchen and pulled me into him. He captured my lips in a long, still kiss. As he pulled back, he whispered to me.

"I love you, baby girl. I'll see you tonight." He whispered. Reluctantly, he pulled away and joined the others out front. They left with a loud crack. I went to pour another cup of coffee for myself when I heard Scarlett laughing at me.

"Ey, what's so funny this morning?" I asked her with a smirk.

"Someone finally tamed that beast of an Alpha! Good job." She laughed harder. I joined her laughing. It felt good to laugh like that.

"I guess with a little work, we can finally civilize him." I laughed. We sat and enjoyed our coffee and a good conversation. I finally talked Scarlett into going riding with me so we went and grabbed a couple horses and saddled up. It was nice having someone to ride with again. We were half-way around the property while checking the fences for the pasture when I smelt a familiar scent. Oh no. Not them. I smelled Lucian and his mate again. My anxiety spiked to a whole new level. Fenrir wasn't here to deter them off this time. I threw my hand up and stopped my horse. Scarlett stopped her horse immediately.

"Jess, what's wrong?" She asked concerned.

"We need to go back. Now." I told her as calmly as I could. "If I tell you to run, you need to run." Scarlett nodded. We turned around and kept walking towards home. I didn't want to start a chase. Without warning, Lucian and Jo had came out of the brush full force on their own horses.

"Run!" I hollered at Scarlett. We kicked our own horses up to a full out run. We weren't too far from the house. I made sure Scarlett was further ahead than I was. If anything, I had a chance fending off Jo. Lucian was a different story. Scarlett beat me to the yard. Jo was catching up to me and I realized I was going to have no choice but to fight at this point. I had just entered the yard when I heard a crack and seen Fenrir and his men were finally back. I had never been so happy to see that man. Lucian seen Fenrir and stopped dead in his tracks. I heard him try to call Jo off, but she didn't listen. She launched herself at me and pulled us both off our horses at a dead run. We hit the ground hard. I popped up as soon I stopped rolling. Jo was the first to throw a punch at me. I ducked it and came up with a hard right hook. She stumbled back from me. Anger surged through me. How dare she attack me in my own territory? Memories from dad's death came back.

"Where's the wolf, Eastin? Too afraid of it?" Jo mocked. She landed a couple hard punches to the side which dropped me to my knees. She backed from me and stalked me. I caught my breath as she circled me. I seen Fenrir and the others on the one side and Lucian on the other. I refused to lose this fight. I stepped up to my feet again. My face went dark and Jo could see it. She looked afraid now. I snapped.

"You want the wolf, Jo? Well, here I am!" I yelled out at her. I attacked first. I literally beat the living shit out of her. With a final upper cut to the jaw, she hit the ground. She landed closer to Scarlett, Fenrir and his men. I reached down, grabbed her by the blonde hair, and drug her closer to Lucian. Lucian had a face of mixed emotions on his face. I threw her down at his feet.

"Take your bitch and get out of here, Lucian. Now." I commanded. He looked furious.

"How dare you, bitch! Know your place and respect an Alpha!" Lucian roared.

"You aren't my Alpha." With that I shot a curse at him and it hit him square in the chest. It dropped him to his knees. Lucian grabbed Jo and disapperated with a crack. Scarlett, Fenrir and Scabior approached me at once. I was winded and hurt all over. I turned to them.

"Jess, your arm is bleeding bad!" Scarlett exclaimed. I looked down to see a nice laceration that started halfway up my left bicep and went all the way to my left wrist. Blood slowly trickled from it.

"You remember how to stitch up someone?" I asked her. She nodded. "It's going to need it. There's a medic bag in the entryway cupboard. Grab it and I'll meet you inside. She and Scabior left for the house at once. Fenrir grabbed my shoulders and walked with me to the house. We got inside and I went to the sink to rinse out the wound. Scarlett set up all the stuff and laid an old towel on the kitchen island. I sat on one of the stools and put my arm on the towel. Fenrir sat next to me.

"Are you sure you want me to stitch you up? It'll hurt." Said Scarlett.

"It's no worse than the full moon, Scarlett. Just do it. And try to make a relatively straight line." I told her. She went to work. I hardly grimaced. I've felt worse pain than a needle.

"What happened? Why were they here?" Boomed Fenrir. I went to speak but Scarlett beat me to it.

"Jess and I were out for a ride to check the pasture fences and property. We were simply minding our business when Jess clocked them close to us. They started chasing us and we ran for the house. Lucian was trying to recall Jo, but she didn't listen to him. She continued to try and attack Jess." Scarlett told Fenrir. Fenrir's anger was barely containable.

"I think it's time to use wards to keep them off the property." I turned to Fenrir. "I still remember a bunch that the Order taught me. I'll do them after she finishes with my arm." Fenrir nodded.

Fenrir and I went outside and I placed all the wards and charms to keep intruders off the property. We were walking back towards the house when Fenrir stopped me.

"Are you okay, baby girl?" He asked.

"I'm fine. I'm more bothered that they thought it was okay to attack me on my own territory again." I told him.

"Well, I think they won't be back for a while. You beat the hell out of her. I got to say I'm quite impressed." Fenrir chuckled. I shrugged my shoulders and chuckled myself. Fenrir came closer and gently grabbed my face. He leaned down and gave me a loving kiss. We walked back to the house. Scarlett and I began to make the evening meal. Jax, one of the snatchers and a member of Fenrir's pack, volunteered to help us.

"Ey, Jax. Throw the sausages on the griddle, will ya?" I asked him. Scarlett and I thought of a little prank for him tonight. Fenrir and Scabior were sitting at the kitchen island talking about the plans for their group for the rest of the week. Scarlett and I looked at each other and smirked.

"Oi, Jax. Those sausages are upside down." I told him.

"How can a fucking sausage be upside down?" Jax replied frazzled and confused. Scarlett burst out laughing. Fenrir and Scabior looked up and started chuckling.

"Nice one, shithead. Nice to see the humor isn't gone." Laughed Jax. After supper, we decided it would be a good night for a bonfire outside. The other men started the fire as the rest of us sat around it. I found a seat between Fenrir and Scarlett and sat down. Fenrir's arm found itself around me. It was a beautiful clear night. The moon was almost full. The full moon being only a couple days away. I could feel it and I was sure Fenrir did too. I looked up at the moon. I didn't notice the others had left, leaving Fenrir and I alone again.

"It'll be here in a couple days, love. You ready?" asked Fenrir. I shrugged my shoulders.

"Kind of. It's been so long since I've spent a full moon at home. I know you hate the Wolfsbane potion, but I've been taking it for this whole week. I brewed my own." I told him. His hand squeezed my shoulder.

"Funny you should say that, but I've also been taking mine as well." Said Fenrir. I looked up at him in shock. He hated that this potion.

"I thought you swore you would never take it, Fenrir?" I asked him.

"The ministry and the Dark Lord are forcing me to. I wouldn't if I didn't have to. All of us werewolves involved with the Snatchers must take it and are provided with it. On the bright side, I'll get to see and remember what you look like as a wolf." Said Fenrir.

"You've never spent a full moon with me yet, Fenrir." I told him.

"That's correct, love. It's about time I did." He replied. He looked down at me and smiled. His feral eyes looked me up and down as his face came closer to mine. I locked eyes with him. Fenrir leaned down until his forehead touched mine as he maintained eye contact with me. To transform on a full moon with another was a very intimate thing among werewolves. Most changed by themselves then would join any others. It was common for mates to transform on the full moon together as was so intimate. Fenrir was known to never change with others and seldom join others after. In the entire time I had been a werewolf and had actively dealt with Fenrir, he had never spent a full moon with me. His lips met mine and gently kissed them. He pulled back and looked down at me. His hand rubbed up and down my shoulder and arm. Fenrir pulled me in closer to him.

"How did you deal with it when you were on the run with those kids?" He asked me.

"I made sure to bring enough ingredients to brew it each month. I'd be sure to take it and on the full moon I would place protective charms around the tent so that they couldn't come out or I could get in. After turning, I'd lay in front of the tent and guard them." I told him.

"Impressive, love. Impressive." Fenrir said to me.

"I'm headed to bed, Fenrir. Good night." I said.

"See you in a little bit, baby girl. I'll be in soon." Replied Fenrir.

I got ready for bed like usual. I was just about to sleep when I felt Fenrir crawl in behind me and pull me in. I pretended to remain sleeping, wondering what he would do. His hand light touched me as it moved up and down my body. His nose nuzzled my neck and hair. A low rumble sounded from him. I opened my eyes and rolled over to face him. He stared into my eyes just as I did. Both of our lips found each other's and we kissed each other passionately. Suddenly, Fenrir pulled back from me.

"May I, love." Fenrir asked me. I was shocked that he was asking for permission from me first. I paused for a second then nodded my head. Fenrir's lips found mine again. He pulled me onto my back and pulled himself above me, his lips never leaving mine. His hand roamed my body as he continued. I felt the hardness of him against me. Fenrir guided himself in me and a gasp came from me. The all-familiar feeling of him had felt good. I let Fenrir lead and guide me. His rough hand held my face and I leaned into it, nuzzling it.

"My love." Rumbled Fenrir as he thrusted in me. His face came down and nuzzled me. Fenrir gave me a quick kiss and continued. I looked up at him again. My hands came up to his chest and moved up to his face.

"Make love to me, Fenrir." I whispered to him. He leaned down and captured my lips in a hot kiss again. I moaned against his lips as he thrusted harder. His hand reached down to rub on my clit. His touch caused my back to arch against him. His arm reached under my lower back and hips to pull me closer to him. His other hand made its way to my neck and gently grasped it. My hands gripped the sheets hard as he continued. I felt myself getting closer to my peak. Fenrir thrusted harder and faster. His hand intertwined with mine and pulled them above my head as he kissed my neck roughly. With a nip to my neck and his unrelenting pace, I reached my peak. My whole body arched as I moaned, riding it out. I felt Fenrir's tense as he came as well. With a final thrust, he pulled out and kissed me gently. I looked up at him as he looked down at me. His hand brushed away a few stray strands of hand from my face. Fenrir laid on his side and pulled me in closer to him. His arms wrapped around me and his face nuzzled my neck. He was asleep in no time. I stroke his arm and leaned back into him. Sleep came quickly again.